"I swear Error is going to trigger" sighed Ink

And for sure the black skeleton wouldn't like what, or more likely who he was going to investigate next.

Fresh. That "90's Trash", how the glitched one liked to call him... Somehow related to each other because of their creator.

And yet, so different.

Ink was pretty sure he would never have sex with Fresh. He is a good fella that would help him from time to time. Sure, he was colorful and kinda fun...
But definitely not my type, thought Ink while reviewing the list of the potential fathers.

But some artists... lots of them actually, though Ink and Fresh looked well alongside.

So, who knows ?

"Fresh, that would be rad if ya can come right now."

Once again, it is stupid to talk to someone that can obviously not hear you right ? Well, Ink didn't really get how Fresh would manage to do it, but every time the creator would ask the rainbow skeleton for help, Fresh would arrive in a minute.

And this time it didn't change. In a weird and loud noise of surprise-firecracker, his "Fresh Poof" as the 90's dressed skeleton liked to call it, Fresh was there.

"Yo, sup' mah radical skelebrah ? So whatcha wanna lil' ol' me to do dis time Inky brah ?"

"Answering a simple yet complicated question would just be fine" sighed Ink.

"Welp, das new ! What's yer question brah ?"

"Fresh... have you ever been in love with me ?"

The noisy skeleton stopped smiling. For being new, that was new ! Fresh's glasses went from the usual "YO-LO" to a confused "WHAT-THE?".

That would have been an interesting puzzle to solve if Ink didn't look so... desperate...

"I-... Ink... You know I can't feel... right ?"

Ink pouted in discomfort.

"Inside I'm blank... Just like you"

The artist sighed, well, worth a try ! We never know with the creators...

"I know that Fresh, sorry it was a silly question. I just needed to be sure-"

But Fresh interrupted him. His sun glasses going back to the usual "YO-LO"

"T's kay brah ! Wonder what's buggin' ya dat hard... But I guess t's none of mah business so... see ya 'round brah !"

And just with that, Fresh went away, using his "fresh poof", leaving some rainbow smoke in the living room.

Ink sighed one more time. He was feeling so exhausted right now he could go to sleep and never wake up. Not like it would ever happen anyway...
Even if it didn't seem, it had been a long day for the great protector.

Trying to understand Error and have the idea to call Dream already took him half of the day. It got even worse when Dream himself seemed to not believe in Ink.

"I guess my watch can wait tomorrow..." said Ink while rubbing his eyes. "Gee, I feel like that new soul is just draining my magic away."

And with that, the skeleton took off his outfit to get into something more casual to sleep : a black baggy T-shirt and some shorts.
It's only when Ink collapsed on his bed that he noticed something. The smell of the shirt was way too familiar.

Giving it a second look, the creator understood. This T-shirt was Error's.

"Fuck" groaned Ink, nuzzling into the shirt, inhaling that ô sweet smell of it.

A deep feeling of something wrong invades Ink's inexistant soul.

"I swear I'm never going to understand a shit about real feelings." He said before closing his eye socket, hoping that fate will allow him to sleep a bit.